Series: Stacey Espino
Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
He stared at her, mesmerized, unable to look away.
If she attempted to get on the pill, he was going to make sure she forgot to take them. Grayson knew he was being an idiot for even contemplating it. He was a grown man and already had an adult daughter. The very thought of fathering a child with Clara made his cock even harder, and he was pretty sure more pre-cum spilled from the tip. They would make beautiful babies.
Taking one of her clenched hands, he wrapped it around the back of his neck, and then stroked his fingers down the curve of her body. She moaned his name as he touched her clit again. Tonight, he wouldn’t lick her sweet cunt, but he wanted her to get a taste of what it would be like with him.
Clara whimpered and then her whole body shook as she came hard. Grayson allowed her to ride that wave of pleasure. She was stunning. Her tits shook with each of her indrawn breaths, and he didn’t stop touching her, waiting for every drop of pleasure to be milked from her body. Only then did he let her go, but he moved her toward the bed, sitting her on the edge. Unless she helped him to take care of his cock, there was no way he would be able to sleep.
The truth was, all he wanted to do was spread her legs and fuck her, claiming her virginity, but he couldn’t risk it. He had some time on his hands to be able to get his fill and if he got her pregnant, he could always bring about another deal.
Clara cared about her mother, and well, he was more than happy to take care of her. He wanted to hate her, but he had done his research. Clara and her mother were nothing like he imagined. She had lost her father at a young age. It had been sudden, and it had cost them so much. Her mother had worked hard for her little girl, but having to deal with old medical bills, everything had mounted up.
He was the only answer to their prayers. It was the least he could do for the shit he’d given to Clara. It also helped that he wanted her as well.
“I think it’s about time those lips learn how to suck my cock,” he said. “Open them.”
Chapter Five
Once Grayson got home, it would officially be their second night together. Yesterday, they’d only kissed. He loved to touch her and explore her body. She couldn’t complain.
She was alone in his big house, wearing the skimpy white lingerie he’d laid out for her. Although this whole situation was thrilling, and she was doing it all for the right reasons, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of disappointment.
Grayson wanted her to appease his huge sexual appetite. He was even willing to spend over three hundred thousand when this was all said and done. She was a sex toy, nothing more. The truth was, even though he’d been cruel to her over the years, she had a wicked crush on him. Now it had morphed into more. She swore she was falling in love but wasn’t sure since this would be her first time.
When this week was over, when she’d given him the virginity he demanded, what next? He’d move on with his life and so would she. Clara wanted more. She wanted a happily ever after with her friend’s dad. It was stupid and impossible, but she couldn’t help craving it nonetheless.
When Clara heard his garage door opener, her body reacted on instinct. She was excited to see him. Any minute and he’d walk through the door, carrying the freshness of the outdoors mingled with his masculine cologne.
She watched as he opened the door, tossing his briefcase in the foyer and running both hands through his hair. His brows were furrowed, and he let out an irritated growl when he exhaled.
“Grayson?”
He looked up and his face instantly changed, a small smile appearing on his lips.
“You look like an angel.”
“Everything okay?”
He took another big breath, then walked over to the sofa in the living room. The entire house was open concept. He dropped down and scrubbed his hands down his face.
“Bad day at work.”
“Is there anything I can do?” she asked.
Grayson shook his head. “Don’t worry about today. My head’s too fucked up to enjoy anything. We’ll have our fun tomorrow.”
Instead of leaving to get dressed and head home, she approached him from behind the sofa and began to massage his shoulders. He groaned and leaned back, his eyes closed.
“That feels amazing. You have no idea,” he said.
“You’re tense, too tense,” she said. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I wouldn’t want to bore you. Just an impossible-to-please client.”
“Then don’t please them. I mean, you’re obviously doing well for yourself. Will this one client break the bank? If not, you have to decide if it’s worth having stressful days like this. It’s your company, you can choose the clients you accept.”